"
"Good man," the other guy echoed.
"I like him," Oliver said. "I guess I'm conservative."
"Nothing wrong with that." Conor swept his arm expansively, making room
for conservatives.
"The next generation's asleep," Oliver said, pointing to Emma. "Got to
pull anchor, head for port. Nice talking with you."
"Standing clear," Conor said. Oliver felt a rush of relief that
Francesca had left the guy. Marguerite caught his eye. She raised her
eyebrows, amused. Complicated, Oliver thought, easier to go home.
Jennifer made an effortless series of goodbyes, impressing Oliver with
her skill once again. "Farewell, Eric," he said to the host.
"Merry Christmas, Oliver."
It was dark and much colder as they settled into the Volvo and drove
home. "What a great party," Jennifer said. "You know, I was talking to
Mary. If you're tired of bouncing around, I think you could get a good
position at Tom's bank. She said he was looking for someone to come in
and learn the ropes, take over as MIS officer."
"Do I look like the officer type?"
"If you don't, no one does. It doesn't have anything to do with height.
You were having fun with Marguerite."
"Yeah, I like her.
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